Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.